speak to me like a poem
touch me like you mean it
need me like there’s no way out
and i’m your only exit
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
Exit
the truth about love
A Love Story: A Poem
A LOVE STORY
the sky is falling between us
the ground breaks its heart beneath
and yet there is Peace within our reach
we haven’t seen the moon in days
or sat with the sun for months
and still, there is a Peace that runs deep
between us, our hearts beat a cord
remember, we are tethered beneath the skin
together, underneath the incense of prayers
we are skipping above still waters
soaring beneath red seas
our lungs full of scarlet sun
our hearts a full moon
what is this cord that binds us?
it could be Love
it must be Love
what else could it be?
From the book The Truth About Love
MY ANXIOUS HEART: A Poem
MY ANXIOUS HEART
be anxious for nothing You said
yet, i lie here worrying about things
not worth my time or Yours
I waste away while
licking religious wounds
nails chewed down to flesh
leaving me left with the taste of
earth and curse, curses laid to rest beneath
mounds of my abandoned past
and still, i keep digging
when will i get tired of digging empty
graves for memory’s sake
stirring up what You’ve already buried
that day i said yes to the better things
why do i persist in devaluing the time You took to
craft my soul from unemployed dust particles to
flesh and bone
You, the Inventor of Flesh,
thought it not a waste to get down
on hands and knees
Holiness kissing earth, and
breathe into my imperfect heap
Love whispered Life into my stillness
body meeting Living Word again
what were the words You breathed?
I AM in love with you
my heart leaps!
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
WASTE NOT
remember when we
were poor, happy, and thriving
living only on love?
the world couldn’t touch us
but we weren’t careful
we started wasting love
took love for granted
and then, one day
we started running out of love
could barely keep love on the table
i remember getting angry
when love was wasted
“there are people in Africa
starving for that love”
soon the cupboards were bare
now, i go out every day
searching for love, begging for love
sitting on street corners
holding signs that read
“will work for love”
pining for the days
we were poor and happy
living only on love
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
PRAY FOR ME
you can hear me now
because i’m silent
you can read my thoughts
because they’re
running down my face
*
sometimes it’s the little things
that can do the most damage
the little hole in your balloon
you huff and puff
but you get nowhere
*
today the winds are stronger than my strength
tonight my weakness is weaker than you think
pray for me
or i’ll be gone by morning
From the book THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
THIS I KNOW IS TRUE
YOU AND I
i am worn out
the world has drained me once again
and i have shut the door against it
but you
my morning Sun and Shield
are always welcomed
beyond my tattered window
the sky is drunk with blue
our blue
and the birds sing us a song
our song
and chirp the scripture for the day
it’s true
we are stuck together
You and i
like deep shades of blue
glued to this spacious sky
and we are in luck!
for no one in this world can separate us
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from THE TRUTH ABOUT LOVE
All poems are copyrighted by Marquida Roberts.
To be reprinted only by permission of the author.
Marquida Roberts 